You’d turn it off, too.

This was not a hockey game. It wasn’t even close. And I made the mistake of watching most of it, at least until about quarter to 9 when I finally just said fuck it and went to bed. And all I can say is oh my god I didn’t miss much. It was 5 1 when I turned it off. It was 7 3 when it was actually over. If I didn’t have to work today, I’d be drunk by now.

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